Setting the Scene

By on January 30, 2017

Sunday, January 29th, 2017

8:00 p.m.

I don’t know what’s going on in there, but this is something I haven’t felt before…

9:30 p.m.

Dad [having worked all day, with intermittent naps throughout because I’ve been sick]
Let’s just go to bed. I don’t think either of us will survive if you go into labour without us getting any sleep.

Okay, but let’s watch an episode of ‘The OA’ first.

Dad [wanting to decline, but knowing that until you arrive, it’s wise just to do as I’m told]

10:30 p.m.

The OA’ ends, minds are blown, and I bolt upstairs, brush my teeth, and slip under the covers as quickly as possible.

11:00 p.m.


Monday, January 30th, 2017

2:00 a.m. 

A few hours of regular contractions have passed, and your Mom is in clear discomfort.

You should call Ann now.

You sure it’s time? Some of the contractions are still a bit short.

Mom [think of The Exorcist]

I frantically run down the stairs and make the call to a messaging service that pages Ann. She calls back moments later, I put her on speaker, and begin trying to explain the situation. Mom of course quickly takes over, underlying the fact that she’s not having a whole lot of fun at this point.

Sounds to me like you’re still in the early stages. Keep going and call me back in a few hours.

Mom [less than enthused]

4:00 a.m.
[5 hours of frequent contractions later]

Mom [clearly tired and in a lot of discomfort]
Josh, if when we got to the hospital, I’m only a few centimetres, I need the epidural. It’s just too much.

Dad [thinking if it were him, he’d have gone to the hospital and gotten the epidural four and a half hours ago, and probably moved onto whatever else might be available]
Okay, of course, whatever you need — but let’s just see where we’re at when we get there.

Mom [nodding her head in agreement, while rubbing her tummy and speaking towards it]
Just you and me, baby. It’s just you and me. We can do this together.

5:45 a.m.
[Nearly 7 hours of frequent contractions later]

Mom [breathing fire, and giving me a look that says “I dare you to say no”]
Call Ann. We’re going to the hospital.

9:50 a.m.
[Nearly 11 hours of frequent contractions later]

Mom [pulling you up to her chest, with your back to me]
Josh, it’s a boy!